The poem read at the funeral in "Four Weddings . . ." by "that other splendid bugger," W.H. Auden, was rather nice, although perhaps better suited to the partner's perspective than the daughter's.
Given the bio, if you're going Hamlet, you might throw in "He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again." Or you might just play "Born to Run."
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